Our Lady’s Day

03/25/2005

Our forecast is a little optimistic, so we have a drizzly, damp morning. I must say that it does clear a little in the afternoon and we almost see a sunset at about 6.10 pm. Perhaps a little cooler at fourteen degrees, feeling colder in a brisk southerly breeze. The holiday weekend should improve in cyclonic conditions, but I think we had better wait and see. However, we do have a full moon tonight, the first time since 1932 that Good Friday has fallen on Lady’s Day. We are told that this is a great harbinger of doom for every god fearing nation, but as we god fearers are now in a considerable minority, presumably it will not make a damn bit of difference. Certainly we enjoy our fair share of bad luck with the glen roads crammed with kamikaze canoeists from the early hours, no luck at the crow shoot, terrible problems trying to organise a relatively simple Diana Drummond print run and the discovery in the Highbury house that the parcels left for the Columbian cousin contain hand tailored exotic silk under garments, ordered from Hong Kong. I have little patience with the daughters who firstly, cannot contain their hysteria, secondly, cannot reseal the parcels. Eventually I suggest that they write in bold felt tip “Opened by HM Customs and Excise” on each package and leave then severely alone. In Glen Trollaigh, we discover that we seem to have a bumper crop of frogspawn, another sign of an early spring and, at last, I hear my first Oystercatcher. The bird does however, appear to have been disturbed by canoeists and only time will tell whether or not it returns to its roost, perhaps another victim of open access to the countryside. A Good Friday toast to one and all, Yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.